Broken Smile

Chapter 8

And the lights went on.

Lydia pulled away and looked at Stiles . He tried to get up but she didn't let him.

-Lydia what are you doing? We have to hide.

She laughed.

-Come on Stiles! I want you. ,said.

Yup . Completely drunk.

-Lydia get up. ,he said and grabbed her arm.

He got up and then helped her up. He grabbed his shirt and led Lydia behind a book self. He put on his clothe with quick movements.

-No, don't put it on! ,Lydia said.
He looked at her. He tried to smile but he hadn't realize how drunk she was. Still, he regretted nothing.

-Lydia? ,Allison yelled, Stiles? Are you guys in here?

Lydia moved but he stopped her by putting his arm around her. She turned to look at him. Her hair were messier than before but still beautiful. Her eyes were shining with happiness and joy. Stiles' heart missed a beat.

They heard footsteps and and the lights went off.

Lydia tried to kiss him again but he looked away.

-Lydia we have to leave now.

She was still trying to find his mouth and this time he let her. It was a soft kiss not as deep as the others. He pulled away and took a deep breath.

He took Lydia's hand and led her to the door.

-I'm going out. Stay here until I come, okay?

-Okay.

Stiles ran out of the library and he kept running until he met Allison.

She was standing there with Scott and Malia.

Malia.

Of God .

-Stiles? ,Scott said, where have you been?!

-Look it's a long story but Lydia got drunk and she is in the library right now , probably trying to eat a book.
-But I looked in the library. ,Allison said.

-She probably hid behind a book self or something. I am going to take her home.

Allison frowned but Scott said :

-Just let him do it. We'll talk about it tomorrow.

They all nodded and turned around to leave.

-Malia! ,Stiles said.

She turned.

-What?

-Sorry.

She tried to smile like saying that it's okay.
Then she turned again and walked away with the others.

Stiles wemt back to the library and felt an overwhelming relief when he saw Lydia hadn't left.

He took him in his arms and carried her to the jeep.
He put her in and she looked at him.

-I could walk, she said but she was smiling.

Stiles cracked a smile too and closed the door.

.....

He was driving . It was pretty quiet until Lydia started talking.

-Where are we going?, she asked.

-Home.

After that Lydia fell asleep.

.....

The rest of the night was a blur. Stiles carried Lydia to his bedroom and put her on his bed. He got out of the suit he was wearing and wore his pijamas instead.

He laid next to Lydia and he fell asleep.

.....

Next morning he woke up dizzy. He hadn't drink much but it took him a moment to remember what had happened.

Oh God. He turned around ready to see Lydia but she wasn't there. For a moment there he thought it all had been a dream but the he saw a black dress on the floor.

Where was she?

Right that moment Lydia walked into the room.

She was wearing his own lacrosse hoodie and some jeans. Her hair were messy and the make-up was gone. But she was still gorgeous .

-Morning ,he murmured.

She jumped. She obviously didn't he was awake . She looked at him and blushed.

-Morning.

Her voice has rough. She looked tired.

-It looks great on you, Stiles said, pointing at the hoodie.

Lydia blushed even more.

-Thanks... Look Stiles, I want to talk to you.

He stiffened. What was she going to say? It could be something like, last night was amazing or something like look, I was totally drunk and I didn't know what I was doing.

-Go on.

He sat and Lydia came to sit with him.

-I was drunk.

Right.

-I know.

- I do remember what happened.

-Okay.

She looked at him like she was expecting something more.

-What do you want me to say Lydia? I wasn't drunk.

She blushed again. Lots of blushing for a morning.

-What happened...

She looked like she couldn't say what she wanted . Like words didn't exactly covered what she felt.

-...was something that I would never have done if I was sober.

Stiles felt his heart breaking. Literally. The slightest hope he felt some minutes ago was gone.

He must have looked pretty pathetic, do she tried to cover it.

-I mean, everyone knows that you and Malia are something now.

-We're nothing! ,Stiles exploded, How could we ever be with you here?! I told you Lydia, you were drunk yesterday but I wasn't! I knew what I was doing!

-Really? You did?!,You knew I was drunk Stiles, you knew I didn't know what I was doing! And you still kissed me!

-No, Lydia, you kissed me! I just didn't stop you.

-Why not?!

-Because I , unlike you, do like you. And I don't regret anything because I do want you and I'll keep wanting you for a long time! And I can't ask Malia out because I don't like her like I like you.

He just said it, without thinking about it. He was done thinking.

-Stiles..., she started.
-Forget it! ,he cut her off.

He looked at her and she seemed confused. Like something was wrong but she didn't know what

-Lydia I 'm tired. Tired of pretending. You don't like. I do like you. Just promise me that what happened yesterday won't happen again.

Okay, now she seemed just sad. She didn't answer. She didn't talk to me at at all. She just left . she got out of the room.

Stiles didn't follow. He wanted to, but he just didn't. He was tired.